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GEORGE   HENRY   LOSKIEL 

(episcopus  fratrum). 

From  an  Oil  Paintino  in  the   Moravian  Archives 
AT   Bethlehem,   Pa. 


Extempore  ON  A  Wagon ; 


METRICAL  NARRATIVE 


JOURNEY    FR0:M    BETHLKHEM,  pa.,  to   the    INDIAN 

TOWN  OF  GOSHEN,  OHIO,  IN  THE 

AUTUMN  OF  1S03, 


GEORGE  HENRY  LOSKIEL, 

EPISCOPUS  FRATRUM. 


TRANSLATED   WITH   XOTES 


J.  MAX  HARK. 


I.AN'CASTER,  PA. 
Published  by  Samuel  H.  Zahm  &  Co. 

1^87. 


Copyright,  iSSj. 

By  Samuel  H.  Zahiii  &  Co. 

Lancaster,  Pa. 

Only  200  Copies  Printed. 


LANCASTER    INTELLIGENCEF     PRINT. 


F  153 


Introduction. 


OEVERAL  years  ago  Mr.  Samuel  H.  Zahm  found,  hidden 
^  away  among  a  mass  of  old  papers,  a  time  stained  little  man- 
uscript, carefully  stitched  together,  and  bearing  the  peculiar 
title  :  Extempore  aiif  dent  IVagen — Br.  Loskiel.  It  was  writ- 
ten in  a  feminine  hand,  in  clear,  even  beautiful  German  script. 
The  discoverer's  curiosity  being  excited,  he  instituted  a  careful 
research,  and  traced  the  manuscript  back  to  his  great-grand- 
father M.  Zahm,  but  could  find  no  positive  evidence  as  to  how 
it  came  into  his  ancestor's  possession.  It  is  not  unlikely,  how- 
ever, that  it  came  into  the  Zahm  family,  then  members  of  the 
^loravian  Church,  directly  through  Sister  Anna  Rosa  (or  Rosina) 
Kliest,  the  original  writer  and  owner  of  the  manuscript,  and 
one  of  the  three  persons  whose  journey  it  describes. 

Sr.  Kliest  seems  to  have  been  Bishop  Loskiel's  diarist  and  a 
kind  of  private  secretary  on  this  journey  ;  and  the  hand- writing 
of  the  manuscript  has  been  identified  as  her  own.  She  proba- 
bly copied  it  at,  or  soon  after,  the  time  of  its  composition,  from 
the  original  autograph  manuscript  of  the  aiithor,  which  is  now 
in  the  possession  of  Prof  Abraham  Beck,  of  Lititz,  Pa.  A  com- 
parison of  the  two  manuscripts  shows  them  to  be  of  apparently 
the  same  age,  and  Sr.  Kliest's  to  be  an  exact,  verbatim  copy  of 
the  original ;  the  only  difference  being  that  the  copy  is  divided 
into  stanzas,  which  is  not  the  case  with  Loskiel's  original.  In 
the  translation,  which  has  been  made  from  the  former,  this  form 
has  also  been  followed.  In  every  other  respect,  too,  the  trans- 
lator has  scrupulously  followed  the  manuscript,  aiming  first 
and  last  at  literalness,  and  faithfulness  in  reproducing,  as  far 
as  at  all  possible,  the  exact  rhyme,  and  metre,  without  any 
attempt  to  correct  its  faults,  to  convert  its  doggerel  into  poetry, 
or  to  make  any  change  or  improvements  in  the  sentiments  or 
form  of  the  original. 


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REOGRAPfly 


iv  Introduction. 

The  author  of  the  curious  and  not  unskillful  E.vteinpore  on  a 
U'agon,  George  Henry  Loskiel,  was  the  son  of  a  Lutheran  min- 
ister at  Angennunde,  in  Curland,  where  he  was  born  on  Nov.  7, 
1 740.  When  a  young  man  he  went  to  Barby,  in  Prussia,  and 
there  joined  the  Moravian  Church  on  Dec.  26,  1759,  and  be" 
took  himself  diligently  to  the  study  of  medicine  and  theology. 
In  1765  he  went  as  teacher  to  the  Moravian  Paedagogium,  at 
Niesky,  but  already  the  next  year  removed  to  Neuwied ;  two 
years  after  to  Marienborn,  and  in  1769  to  Amsterdam.  On  June 
27,  1771,  he  married  J/ar/a  ISIagdalena  Baiiac/i.  Distinguished 
for  his  piety  no  less  than  his  ability  as  a  preacher  and  a  practi- 
cal manager,  he  was  appointed  to  the  responsible  office,  in  1782, 
of  Superintendent  of  the  Mission  in  Livonia,  and  at  the  same 
time  agent  for  the  Moravian  Church  in  Russia.  It  was  about 
this  time  that  Br.  Loskiel  wrote  his  well-known  and  in  many 
respects  excellent  "  History  of  the  Mission  of  the  United  Breth- 
ren Among  the  Indians  of  North  America."  This  remained 
his  chief  literary  work  ;  though  he  was  also  the  author  of  other 
works,  and  a  hymn  writer  of  no  mean  ability,  as  the  hymns  from 
his  pen  still  in  use  in  the  Moravian  hymnal  bear  witness. 

In  1 801,  while  at  Herruhut,  Br.  Loskiel  received  a  call  to 
Bethlehem,  Pa.,  as  President  of  the  Board  having  the  oversight 
of  the  Moravian  Church  with  its  missions  in  America.  He 
arrived  there  on  July  23,  1802,  having,  however,  first  been  sol- 
emnly consecrated  to  the  episcopate,  on  March  14,  1802  just 
before  his  departure  from  Ilerrnhut.  It  was  in  his  official  capac- 
ity, as  Bishop  and  President  of  the  Board,  that  he,  accompanied 
by  his  wife  and  Sr.  Anna  Rosa  Kliest,  undertook  the  journey 
to  Goshen,  in  Tuscarawas  county,  Ohio,  so  graphically  described 
in  the  following  pages.  Its  object  was  to  hold  a  conference  of 
missionaries  at  the  latter  place,  for  the  full  discussion  of  the 
whole  work  of  Indian  Missions  in  the  West.  The  Bishop  left 
Bethlehem  on  vSept.  \2,  1803,  and  arrived  at  Goshen  a  few  days 
before  the  opening  of  the  conference,  which  was  in  session  from 
October  loth  to  21st,  on  which  latter  date  Bishop  Loskiel  sol- 
emnly ordained  the  young  Br.  John  Ben  Haven  to  the  ministry. 
This  being  the  first  ordination  service  ever  \\itnessed  by  llie 
Indians,  made  a  dee])  and  wholesome  ini])ression  u])on  them. 


Introditciion.  v 

The  return  trip  to  Bethlehem  was  begun  on  October  29,  and 
in  due  time  the  good  Bishop  was  again  in  tlie  midst  of  his  be- 
loved brethren  on  the  Lehigh.  In  1812  he  received  an  appoint- 
ment to  the  Directory  at  Herrnhut,  but  failing  health,  and  the 
war  with  Crreat  Britain,  made  it  impossible  for  him  to  leave  the 
country.  Two  years  after,  on  February  23,  1S14,  he  peacefully 
closed  his  earthly  pilgrimage,  and  entered  upon  his  heavenly 
rest.  He  was  buried  in  the  old  Moravian  graveyard  at  Bethle- 
hem, where  so  man}'  of  the  devoted  and  saintly  ministers  of 
that  venerable  Church  are  sleeping,  side  by  side  with  as  many 
of  the  "  1)rown  hearts"  and  black,  for  whom  they  labored,  and 
with  whom  they  shall  rise  again  when  the  Lord  comes  to  make 
up  his  jewels. 

So  far  as  known  the  two  manuscripts  of  li.rteuiporc  on  a 
// (7.i^c;/ above  described  are  the  only  copies  in  existence.  Cer- 
tainly the  following  pages  contain  the  only  translation  ever 
made  of  the  quaint  old  narrative. 

J.  M.  H. 
L.\NCASTKK,  Pa.,  May,  18S7. 


EXTEMPORE  ON  A  WAGON, 


By  Brother  Loskiel. 

Sept.  12,  i8oj. 


At  length  there  dawned  the  happy  day, 
The  glorious  one,  we  well  may  say, 
Whereon  we  three  ^  our  tour  began 
To  visit  the  much  feared  Red  Man. 


Long  is  the  journey  we've  begun, 
Nor  is  there  many  an  harder  one  ; 
The  mountains  are  immensely  high. 
E'en  higher  than  most  birds  can  fly  ; 

The  roads  so  miserably  poor, 
That  we  had  rather  made  the  tour 
On  foot,  but  that  we  knew  its  length 
Would  overtax  our  feeble  strength. 


1  Bishop  Loskiel,  his  wife,  and  Anna  Rosa  Kliest. 


Extempore  on  a  Wagon. 

For  what  with  rocks,  and  stumps  and  trees, 
Despair  doth  oft  the  traveler  seize  ; 
And  rivers,  creeks,  and  swampy  ground 
Have  oft  the  boldest  courage  drowned. 

All  this  to  us  doth  hard  appear  ; 
And  yet  e'en  were  it  far  more  drear. 
We  still  should  gladly  forward  go, 
Since  Christ  our  Lord  ordained  it  so. 

Therefore  I'll  straight  begin  to  tell 
What  us  and  our  team  befell, 
How  we  and  our  horses  fared, 
Thankful  to  Him  who  hath  us  spared. 

At  Bethlehem,  2  the  mother  town. 
Who  hath  already  daughters  grown, 
We  left  behind  us  small  and  great. 
Content  with  their  allotted  state. 

We  took  their  fervent  love  along 
To  stay  with  us  all  scenes  among  ; 
To  comfort  us  each  step  we  take, 
Their  hearts  and  ours  as  one  to  make. 


-The  seat  of  government  of  the  Moravian  Church  in  Amer- 
ica ;  founded  in  1741,  on  the  Lehigh  river,  in  Northampton 
county,  Pa. 


Extempore  on  a  Wagon. 


One  travels  lightly  with  such  love 
That  lifts  the  soul  to  things  above  ; 
And  Jesus'  blood  so  filled  us  three, 
We  could  not  aught  but  happy  be. 

With  Sister  Schaaf  we  went  as  far 
As  Emmaus,  where  friend  Molthers  are, 
Whose  daughter  I  as  Baptist  straight 
Unto  the  Lord  must  dedicate. 

I  gladly  ser\'ed,  in  thankful  mood. 
While  we  all  three  as  sponsors  stood, 
i\s  Annie  Schaaf  and  Horsefield,  too  ; 
Who  held  the  babe?     This  Rose  must  do. 


Then  forward  ;  b}'  friend  Molther's  side. 
Who  on  his  horse  along  doth  ride 
As  friendship's  guard,  till  Trexler's  place. 
Where  grateful  sleep  not  long  delaj^s. 

Then  we  go  on  from  place  to  place, 
As  we  three  travel  on  apace. 
Until  dear  Lititz  comes  in  sight, 
Where  we  must  halt  at  least  o'er  night. 


lo  Extempore  on  a  Wagon. 

For  Brother  Rixeker^  lives  here, 
And  Brother  Jungman  too  is  near, 
The  Lord  these  two  us  given  hath 
As  guides  along  the  perilous  path. 

And,  by  the  way,  'twas  good  to  rest 
Trusting  the  Saviour's  each  behest. 
Rejoicing  in  the  brethren's  love 
Which  us  most  sensibly  did  move. 

When  we  depart  no  sound  is  heard, 
Not  e'en  our  driver  speaks  a  word  ; 
In  silence  we  a  farewell  wave, 
To  all  the  loved  ones  sleeping  safe. 

The  road  us  soon  through  Manheim  took. 
Which  doth  like  one  long  furrow  look  ! 
The  inn  we  reach,  'tis  named  "  The  Goose  ;" 
The  landlord  "  Hans,"  we  may  suppose. 


^Jacob  Rixeker,  or  Ricksecker,  born  in  Donegal  April  13, 
1746,  was  a  farmer  and  in  June  1799  had  driven  the  first  team 
with  goods  from  Bethlehem  to  the  settlement  at  Cinadenhutten, 
Ohio.  Peter  Jungman,  a  son  of  the  missionary,  John  George 
Jungman,  at  the  time  living  in  retirement  at  Bethlehem  (?).  I!bth 
Ricksecker  and  Jungman  were  members  of  the  congregation  at 
Lititz. 


Extempore  on  a  Wagon.  ii 

Mountjoy's  our  halting  place  to-night, 
Where  our  dear  Peters,  with  delight, 
A  resting  place  for  us  prepare. 
And  for  our  horses'  comfort  care. 

The  roads  now  grow  amazing  bad. 
Such  rattling,  rumbling,  ne'er  we  had. 
The  bumps,  to  right  and  left,  declare, 
Both  loud  and  plain,  how  bad  tbey  were. 

Now  suddenly  there  is  a  thud  ; 
Rose  Anna  fell  into  the  mud  ! 
And  lost  thereby  one  of  her  shoes, 
In  finding  which  some  time  we  lose. 

Swatara  was  the  first  large  stream 
O'er  which  we  crossed, — and  it  did  seem 
The  Daily  Word  -  expressed  our  thought : 
Our  Strength  and  Refuge  is  our  God. 


*  Since  1731  the  Moravian  Church  has  issued  an  annual  col- 
lection of  "  Daily  Words  and  Doctrinal  Texts,"  containing  an 
Old  and  a  New  Testament  text  for  each  day  of  the  year,  the 
former  chosen  by  lot.  These  texts  were  accepted  by  all  as 
divinely  given  watchwords,  for  each  one's  guidance,  comfort, 
and  direction  in  the  work  and  life  of  each  dav. 


12  Extempore  07i  a  Wagon. 

To  Middletown  we  onward  went, 

Where  with  kind  friends  the  night  we  spent, 

Then  earl}'  from  our  sleep  awake, 

And  for  the  Susquehanna  make. 

This  wide  stream  here  we  shallow  found, 
And  soon  have  crossed  it  safe  and  sound, 
Proceeding  slowly  on  our  way, 
To  where  we  can  for  dinner  stay. 

The  hostess,  rather  grum  was  she, 
And  not  as  friendly  looked  as  we  ; 
All  we  could  do  was  quite  in  vain 
Nor  served  a  kindly  look  to  gain. 

Her  big  dog  Phylax  by  her  stood, 
But  seemed  to  be  in  friendlier  mood, 
And  thanked  us  for  the  gifts  we  gave. 
In  language  such  as  canines  have. 

To  Carlisle  we  by  evening  come, 
Where  we  are  made  to  feel  at  home. 
Although  the  rats  we  have  to  fight 
Destroy  for  us  the  peace  of  night. 


Extempore  on  a  Wagon.  ij 

We  early  have  to  turn  our  face 
Away  from  this  most  friendly  place. 
Noon  brings  us  to  another  friend, 
Where  we  the  midday  hour  spend. 

To-day  I  walked  the  greater  part, 
Up  hill  and  down, — nor  found  it  hard  ; 
For  in  the  peace  of  Christ  I  went, 
Who  me  His  constant  presence  lent. 

But  all  at  once  two  horsemen  came 
And  stopped  us,  calling  me  by  name. 
How  I  to  them  thus  known  could  be 
A  question  is  that  puzzles  me. 

At  Westmoreland  the}-  both  reside. 
Where  wife  and  children  now  abide. 
And  they  were  going  whence  we  came. 
We  three  whose  home  is  Bethlehem. 

That  we  no  letters  had  to  send 
Full  twenty  times  we  did  lament ; 
We  thousand  greetings  send  for  all 
At  Bethlehem  and  Nazareth  Hall. 


i^  Extempore  on  a  Wagon. 

At  Shippensburg  both  drink  and  food, 
Praise  be  to  God  !  were  very  good  ; 
And  just  as  good  our  place  of  rest, 
Our  sleep  was  of  the  very  best ! 

Of  Blickensderfers  two  appear. 
And  Tschudy,  come  from  Lititz  here  ; 
We  all  rejoice  most  heartily, 
And  greet  each  other  lovingly. 

They  early  riding  on  ahead. 

We  follow,  after  farewells  said. 

May  God  those  people  well  repay 

For  all  their  kindness  through  our  stay  ! 


At  Strasburg  where  at  noon  we  stop, 
We  looked  up  at  the  mountain  top 
That  'fore  us  rose  so  steep  and  high  ; 
No  use  of  hurry  here,  thought  I  ! 


Here  too,  however,  soon  we  find 

The  people  very  dear  and  kind. 

They  strengthen  us  with  bounteous  cheer, 

For  our  day's  work  doth  hard  appear. 


Extempore  o?i  a  Wagon.  ij 

We  now  ascend  the  first  steep  hill ; 
With  sorrow  it  my  muse  did  fill ! 
It  made  us  more  than  once  lament ; 
Yet  Jesus  ever  with  us  went. 

We  felt  His  presence  palpably, 

Oft  so  that  we  could  almost  see 

His  helpful  arm  and  blessed  face ; 

Which  filled  our  hearts  with  strengthening  grace. 

More  arduous  was  the  second  hill, 
"Twas  steeper  far,  and  rockier  still  ; 
This  too,  howe'er,  we  crossed  to-day, 
W^ith  weary  limbs,  but  hearts  still  gay. 


I  climbed  the  hills  in  cheerful  mood. 
Armed  with  a  slender  staff  of  wood  ; 
And  my  dear  little  company 
In  the  same  manner  followed  me. 


The  weather's  not  at  all  amiss, 
To  God  be  all  the  praise  for  this  ! 
The  sky  was  cloudy,  but  the  rain 
Held  back  till  we  could  ride  again. 


1 6  Extempore  on  a  Wagon. 

But  when  the  wagon  I  once  more 
Had  reached,  it  straight  began  to  pour  ! 
And  now  we  gave  our  thanks  anew 
To  the  dear  Lord  so  good  and  true. 

Now  Emmetsburg  we  soon  can  view, 
Both  wearied  and  perspired  through. 
Though  rest  and  nourishment  we  find, 
Thefccluig  seems  to  us  not  kind. 

We  therefore  early  leave  this  place, 
And  straightway  hasten  on  apace 
To  cross  the  third  hill,  rough  but  grand, 
That  doth  majestic  'fore  us  stand. 


It  is  the  highest  of  the  three, 

And  also  may  the  steepest  be  ; 

Yet  I  climbed  up  and  down  its  sides 

With  strength  such  as  the  Lord  provides. 

My  Mary's  and  Rose  Anna's  mood 
For  climbing,  too,  seemed  pretty  good  ; 
But  soon,  although  they  did  their  best, 
'Twas  plain  they  felt  the  need  of  rest. 


Extempore  on  a  Wagon.  ly 

The  weather  was  for  walking  fine  : 
Cooled  by  the  rain,  the  bright  sunshine 
Now  made  the  air  so  pure  and  clear, 
Our  morning  hymn  was  sweet  to  hear. 

Thus  all  in  bright  and  happy  mood, 
And  filled  with  fervent  gratitude, 
God  helped  us  on  our  pilgrimage 
O'er  what  had  been  its  roughest  stage. 

To  Jamisons'  our  steps  we  bent : 

I'd  felt  a  strong  presentiment 

From  far,  that  here  sweet  rest  we'd  find 

Alike  for  body  and  for  mind. 

And  so  it  was.     These  people  kind 

In  serving  us  true  pleasure  find. 

The  house  is  filled  with  God's  own  peace, 

And  gladly  here  we  rest  at  ease. 

I  take  a  walk,  as  well  content 
As  though  I  'long  the  Lehigh  went ! 
Communion  with  the  Man  of  Woes 
It  is  that  such  sweet  peace  bestows. 


i8  Extempore  on  a  Wagon. 

Dear  Sister  lyOskiel  stayed  behind, 
After  our  toil  some  rest  to  find, 
Though  not  in  sinful  idleness  ; 
While  Rose's  pen  seemed  tireless. 

Good  Brother  Jacob's  heart  was  light 
Because  we  were  so  far  all  right ; 
And  Brother  Peter,  all  alone, 
Wrote  busily, — what,  is  not  known. 

After  our  much  enjoyed  rest, 
We  start  again  towards  the  west, 
Where,  fourteen  miles  away,  we  see 
A  fourth  hill  that  must  crossed  be. 

Yet  one  more  loving  look  we  give 

To  where  the  Jamisons  do  live. 

We  count  their  children — nine  in  all ; 

God  bless  each  one,  both  great  and  small  ! 


As  onward  now  our  way  we  wend, 
The  hills  seem  ne'er  to  take  an  end, 
And  many  looked  quite  like  to  them 
We  knew  so  well  at  Bethlehem. 


Extempore  on  a  Wagon.  ig 

A  wilderness  of  rocks  is  here, 

Both  high  and  rugged,  dark  and  drear  ; 

Wherever  we  our  eyes  may  set, 

By  nothing  but  gray  rocks  they're  met. 

'Tis  Sideling  Mountain  ;  but  the  name 
Of  Mount  of  Patience  fits  the  same  ; 
For,  haste  the  traveler  as  he  may, 
Its  summit  still  seems  far  away. 

The  weather  being  warm  and  close. 
In  streams  the  perspiration  flows 
The  whole  day  long,  from  every  pore, 
And  leaves  us  weary  and  foot-sore. 

Nor  does  our  halting  place  bring  rest ; 
At  Wylie's  'tis, — a  vile  rats'  nest ! 
So  journeying  on,  lit  by  the  moon. 
At  Martin's  w^e  arrive  full  soon. 


The  landlady  at  first  was  grum, 
She  wished  us  home,  and  scolded  some- 
When  all  at  once  she  changed  her  song ; 
Worn  out  from  scolding  us  so  long  ! 


20  Extempore  on  a  Wagon. 

Quite  friendly  she  became  and  kind  ; 
Our  comfort  sought  with  eager  mind  ; 
At  last  came  penitent  to  crave 
Our  pardon,  which  we  gladly  gave. 

Next  morning,  without  harm  or  loss. 
The  Juniata  soon  we  cross. 
No  house  nor  bird  doth  meet  the  eye  ; 
It  is  a  pilgrimage  most  dry  ! 

But  yet  we  all  were  happy  still, 
Accepting  all  as  God's  own  will. 
Our  joy  in  Him  was  our  might ; 
To  praise  Him  w^as  our  souls'  delight. 

As  every  morning,  so  to-day, 
Re-echoed  far  our  morning  lay. 
From  happy  hearts  a  grateful  song. 
Resounding  all  the  hills  along. 

To  travel  is  a  weariness 
When  one  no  faster  can  progress, 
And  oft  no  further  goes  each  day 
Than  from  Hermhut  to  Kleinwelke. ' 


'Two  Moravian  settlements  in  Saxony,  i6  to  20  miles  apart. 


Extempore  on  a  Wagon.  21 

We  come  to  Bedford,  but  can  stay 
Scarcely  a  quarter  of  a  day. 
Here  Rose  a  former  pupil  finds, 
And  visits  her,  quite  to  our  minds. 


We  early  start,  after  our  rest. 

To  reach  grim  Alleghanj-'s  crest, 

A  mount  so  bulky  and  so  tall 

'Twould  make  the  Hengstberg  look  quite  small ! 

Our  dinner  and  our  night's  bivouac 
We  make  here  on  this  giant's  back  ; 
The  road  was  good,  the  weather  clear, 
But  birds  here  xoxy  scarce  appear. 

Although  with  pleasure  once  I  heard 
The  drumming  of  a  pheasant  bird  ; 
And  joyfully,  in  grateful  mood. 
We  felt  that  God  made  all  things  good. 

To-da}"  we  not  a  little  hear 
Of  thieves  and  robbers  being  near  ; 
But  know  God  is  our  Rock  and  Tower, 
He  holds  e'en  robbers  in  His  power. 


22  Extempore  on  a  Wagoii. 

Our  night's  halt  at  the  "Indian   King" 
To  none  of  us  much  sleep  did  bring  ; 
For  rats  were  there  in  such  a  herd 
The  wagon  I  as  couch  preferred. 

Our  beds  here  nearer  heaven  lay 
Than  last  night's  ;  but  I  grieve  to  say 
We  several  miles  must  travel  on 
Before  the  mountain's  top  we've  won. 

Next  morning  wearily  we  ride 
Still  up  the  Alleghany's  side  ; 
Till  we  at  length  the  cabin  see, 
Which  on  its  summit's  said  to  be. 


But  the  descent  was  harder  still  ! 
Who  in  the  wagon  staj-ed  fared  ill ; 
While  who,  like  I,  on  foot  did  go, 
Escaped  full  many  a  bitter  woe  ! 

The  Alleghanies  seem  to  me 
Much  like  the  Giant  Hills  to  be, 
Whose  heads  into  the  clouds  do  reach, 
And  yet  high  timber  grows  on  each. 


Extempore  on  a  Wagon.  2^ 

With  mine  host  Sewitz,  where  we  dined, 
Our  meal  was  scant,  the  same  in  kind 
As  ahnost  daily  was  our  lot : 
'Twas  sausage,  tongue  and  ham  we  got. 


We  next  must  pass  through  Somerset  ; 
I  fain  would  stop  in  this  hamlet, 
But  the  majority  say  no. 
So  I  must  yield,  and  further  go. 

At  Kilian  Grej-'s  we  spend  the  night, 
As  comfortably  as  we  might. 
Where  swanning  rats  on  the  rampage 
In  constant  battle  us  engage. 

Next  morning  lyaurel  Hill  we  cross  ; 
To  picture  it  I'm  at  a  loss. 
The  highest  point  'tis  said  to  be. 
The  worst  it  is  undoubtedly  ! 


I  mounted  it  right  cheerfully, 
And  praised  God's  power  heartily. 
Such  works  his  wondrous  might  displaj', 
Preserving  them  from  day  to  day. 


2^  Extempore  on  a  Wagon. 

The  prospect  from  the  summit  here 
Was  beautiful,  immense,  and  clear  ; 
A  pity,  though,  it  makes  one  feel 
America's  unfinished  still ! 

More  difficult  the  ascent  grows ; 
For  our  poor  feet  'tis  full  of  woes, 
A  ver\'  cross  !     They  seem  to  say, 
"  We  are  too  old  to  toil  this  wa}^  !" 

For  six  long  hours  we  traveled  on. 
Then  rest  two  hours — 'twas  hardly  won  ! — 
At  Jones's,  where  our  beasts  and  we 
Much  longer  could  contented  be. 

At  Hartman's  we  the  night  might  spend, 
But  rather  our  footsteps  bend 
Towards  Bj-erly's,  where,  though  'tis  cold, 
Sweet  sleep  doth  soon  us  all  enfold. 

A  child  that  just  had  "walloped""  been. 
Screamed  lustily,  as  all,  I  ween. 
Are  wont  to  do  when  smart  the  blows 
The  parent's  rod  on  them  bestows. 

''  "  (Teledcrl  "  was  the  mother's  ex])ression. 


Extempore  on  a  Wagon.  25 

Three  Chestnut  ridges  yet  remain 
For  us  to  cross,  'twill  cause  some  pain  ; 
Though  not  as  steep  and  long  they  are 
As  some  which  we  have  crossed  thus  far. 

We  with  one  Mueller  did  intend 
To  take  our  dinner, — but  no  friend 
Was  he  of  hospitality. 
To  have  us  go  he  liked  to  see  ! 

At  Philip  Null's  as  halting  place 
We  rested  for  a  little  space — 
Not  long  ;  for  soon  our  steps  we  bend 
To  where  we  hope  the  night  to  spend. 

But  there  we  disappointment  reap  : 
Waldhauer  no  more  inn  doth  keep  ! 
Yet  hospitably  he's  inclined, 
And  gives  us  beds — after  a  kind  ! 

The  sisters  with  contented  mind 

Their' s  in  the  spring-house  needs  must  find  ; 

While  in  the  wagon  I  must  camp. 

But  find  it  hard  and  cold  and  damp. 


26  Extempore  on  a  Wagon. 

Next  morning  Pittsburg  is  our  aim  ; 
But  ere  at  eve  we  reach  the  same, 
Much  bumping  up  and  down  the  hills 
Makes  it  a  day  of  many  ills. 

We  there  expect  some  stay  to  make, 
And  sorely  needed  rest  to  take. 
And  then  with  strength  and  courage  new 
Our  pilgrimage  again  pursue. 

We  were  to  meet  a  person  here 
At  Pittsburg,  who  did  not  appear  ; 
A  note  from  Heckewelder's  '^  hand 
Makes  us  the  reason  understand. 

A  courier,  Brother  Fenner's  son. 

For  bringing  us  the  letter  won 

A  fever  as  his  sad  reward. 

Which  made  his  journey  doubly  hard. 


'John  Heckewelder,  born  at  Bedford,  England,  on  March  12, 
1742,  scarcely  less  distinguished  than  Zeisberger  as  a  devoted 
Moravian  missionary  to  the  Indians,  and  author  of  several  val- 
uable works  relating  to  the  Indians,  their  language,  customs  and 
history.  As  early  as  1762  he,  with  Fred'k  Post,  attempted  to 
establish  a  mission  on  the  Tuscarawas  river,  in  Ohio.  At  this 
time  he  was  residing  at  Gnadenhutten,  as  agent  of  the  "  Society 
for  Propagating  the  Gospel  among  the  Heathen." 


Extempore  on  a  Wagon.  2y 

But  that  the  rats  the  place  infest, 
Our  lot  here  was  the  happiest ; 
The  people  anxious  seemed  to  do 
For  our  comfort  all  they  knew. 

I  walked  much,  and  examined  near 
The  Fortress'  ^  beautiful  revier. 
Within  which  there  is  found  the  source 
Whence  the  Ohio  takes  its  course, 

Where  the  Monongahela's  meet 
The  Alleghany's  waters  fleet, 
And  thus  the  two  th'  Ohio  make — 
Their  picture  I  should  like  to  take  ! 

I  stood  there  on  the  farthest  stone. 
And  gladly  did  the  greatness  own 
Of  our  good  I^ord, — to  Him  my  heart 
There  a  memorial  set  apart. 

At  Pittsburg  we  received  and  made 
Full  many  visits.     And  I  laid 
The  plan  to  write  a  little  book  ; 
But  all  m}'  time  our  visits  took. 


Old  Fort  DuQuesne. 


Extempore  on  a  Wagon. 

The  Feast  of  Seraphim  we  hold, 

Of  which  not  much  is  to  be  told. 

In  thought  we  with  the  angels  dwelt, 

And  thankful  for  our  children  felt. 

For  Nazareth  and  Bethlehem, 
For  Hope  and  lyititz,  all  of  them, 
I  pray  e'en  from  my  inmost  heart, 
And  lor  our  plan  in  every  part. 

Amazed  I  see  come  up  the  street 
The  wagon  which  was  us  to  meet. 
But  not  till  we'd  to  Georgetown  come. 
I  felt  at  first  like  scolding  some  ! 


As  we  had  now  enjoyed  a  rest. 

We  onward  straight  to  Georgetown  pressed. 

Fording  Monongahela's  stream — 

The  weather  could  not  finer  seem. 


The  road  to  Georgetown  from  Fort  Pitt 
Is  good  enough  ;  though  we  find  it 
No  little  toil  to  climb  its  steeps 
As  up  and  down  its  wa}^  it  keeps. 


Extempore  on  a  Wag-on.  2g 

And  oft  its  hills  are  very  high, 
And  steep  enough  to  make  one  sigh, 
For  constantly  to  use  the  brakes 
A  traveler's  time  and  patience  takes. 


Eight  miles  was  what  we  made  to-day. 
Then  hoped  ourselves  to  rest  to  lay  ; 
But  found  a  quilting-frolic  there, 
Whose  racket  filled  the  ver>'  air  ! 


At  dawn  we  left  the  noisy  place. 
Thankful  for  our  meed  of  grace  ; 
And  spent  from  morn  to  night  the  day 
In  toiling  o'er  our  hilly  way. 


The  weather  still  continued  bright ; 
Our  spirits  too  were  glad  and  light. 
Else  there  is  nought  for  me  to  say 
As  'twas  an  uneventful  day. 

Before  a  smoke-filled  house  we  sat 
And  thankful  our  cold  dinner  ate  ; 
Around  us  stared  a  wondering  crew 
Of  children,  who  enjoyed  it  too. 


JO  Extempore  on  a  Wagon. 

Our  quarters  for  the  night  we  find 
At  miller  Donkin's,  good  and  kind. 
Our  hostess  claims  acquaintance  near 
With  Goshen's  pastor,  Mortimer.^ 

He  writes  to  her,  and  she  to  him, 
And  she  professes  high  esteem 
For  ministers,  and  tells  us  what 
In  such  is  needed,  and  what  not. 


Next  day  we  safe  to  Georgetown  came, 
Where  Beaver  is  our  dear  host's  name. 
Who  with  his  wife  treats  us  so  well 
That  I  can  scarce  in  words  it  tell. 

But  not  for  our  sakes  alone. 
As  if  to  honor  us,  'twas  done  ; 
But  for  dear  Heckewelder's  sake. 
As  Beaver  soon  it  plain  doth  make. 


'^  Renjamin  Mortimer,  an  Englishman  by  birth,  had  been  Zeis. 
l)erger's  assistant  in  the  mission  at  Fairfiekl,  Canada,  whence 
he  removed  with  the  mission  to  organize  Goshen,  in  October, 
179S,  and  serve  as  pastor  of  the  Indian  congregation  there.  He 
died  as  j^astor  of  the  ]\Ioravian  Church  in  New  York  City,  on 
Nov.  10,  1S34. 


Extempore  07i  a  Wagon.  ji 

Hence  we  in  deep  humility 
Accept  the  Christian  charity, 
As  though  by  Heckewelder  done, 
Who  heart  and  soul  of  us  is  one. 

We  feel  indeed  here  quite  at  home. 
As  in  and  out  we  go  and  come  ; 
We  also  the  occasion  take 
Some  needed  purchases  to  make. 


I  visit  the  Ohio  oft. 
Whose  name  is  to  the  ear  as  soft 
As  it  is  charming  to  the  ej-e, 
And  beauteous,  I  can  testify. 

There  with  ni}-  Saviour  oft  I  spake, 
Which  I  a  daily  practice  make  ; 
For  ah  !    His  love's  sw^eet  graciousness 
No  human  tongue  can  e'er  express. 

October  third  again  began 
Our  desert  journe}- ;  and  it  ran 
On  till  the  seventh,  when  in  view 
Of  a  new  settlement  we  drew. 


J-?  Extempore  on  a  Wagon. 

How  can  I  e'er  the  road  describe  ? 
'Twould  take  a  far  more  skillful  scribe 
Than  I ;  so  I  will  silent  be, 
Lest  some  doubt  my  veracity. 

Enough  that  'twas  more  horrid  bad 
Than  ever  I  experienced  had. 
And  yet  so  light  our  sufferings  were 
That  to  complain  would  not  be  fair. 

For  'twas  as  good  a  road,  I  see. 
As  such  a  road  could  ever  be  ! 
So  we  take  courage  and  rejoice 
Because  the  weather  was  most  choice. 


I  rode  a  great  part  of  the  way, 
Upon  a  steed  now  white,  once  gray, 
Which,  though  he'd  lost  one  of  his  eyes, 
I  for  his  safety  greatly  prize  ! 

Oft  too  to  walk  I  am  content. 

In  silent,  lone  enjoyment 

Of  the  blest  Trinity's  sweet  grace, 

Which  did  my  sinful  heart  embrace. 


Extempore  on  a  Wagon.  jj 

I  never  felt  a  moment's  fear, 
Although  of  panthers  roaming  here 
No  friend,  nor  anxious  wolf  or  bear 
Alone  to  meet  so  near  their  lair. 


Here  I  could  vividly  conceive 
How  Christ  did  in  the  desert  live, 
By  beasts  surrounded  night  and  daj^ 
To  thirst  and  hunger  e'er  a  prey  ; 

And  forty  times  intensified  ; 
Besides  by  lyUcifer  thrice  tried  ; 
Ah  !  hellish  pain  that  must  have  been 
Endured  because  of  our  sin  ! 

My  heart  and  ej^es  brought  Him  therefore 
My  warmest  thanks,  that  He  thus  bore 
All  that  He  suffered,  willingly. 
E'en  for  a  sinful  worm  like  me. 

Four  nights  the  trees  were  our  roof. 
While  angel-guards  kept  ill  aloof ; 
And  sweetly  rang  the  trees  among 
Our  evening  and  ovir  morning  song. 


j^  Extempore  on  a  Wagon. 

Before,  hard  frosts  the  earth  had  bound  ; 
But  since  for  us  'twas  needful  found 
That  there  should  be  710  frost,  'twas  done  ! 
We  could  thank  God  that  there  was  none. 

Within  our  wagon  or  the  tent. 
Our  thoughts  were  ever  Godward  bent. 
We  sweetly  slept.     Wolf,  bear,  nor  snake, 
Nor  panther  e'er  kept  us  awake. 

The  fifth  was  our  hardest  day. 
At  least  so  as  regards  the  way  ; 
Yet  gave  us  to  our  great  delight 
Of  Hcckewelder' s  Toivn  a  sight. 

For  so  is  Gnadenhutten  ^  ^  named. 
And  Heckewelder  widely  famed 
By  strangers  in  the  country  round, 
'  Mongst  whom  no  other  name  is  found. 


1  °  A  Moravian  settlement  on  the  Tuscarawas  river,  in  Clay 
Township,  Tuscarawas  County,  Ohio,  founded  by  Heckewelder 
in  the  spring  of  i79<S,  in  October  of  which  year  Zeisberger  and 
his  Indian  colony  from  Canada  also  came  thither  and  encamped 
around  Ileckewelder's  house  preliminary  to  founding  Ooshen. 
It  was  on  the  site  of  the  mission  of  the  same  name  destroyed 
in  1782. 


Extempore  on  a  Wagon.  J5 

We  saw  him  come  down  the  last  hill ; 
He  recognized  us  not  until 
I  hailed  him.     Then  what  joy  was  his 
And  ours  !     'Twas  told  by  many  a  kiss  ! 

He  took  us  straightway  to  his  town, 
Where  we,  dust-stained  and  well  lun  down. 
So  warm  a  welcome  did  receive 
That  no  description  I  can  give. 

Here  then  a  change  our  party  makes, 
Two  Brother  Huebner  ^  ^  with  him  takes, 
And  three  with  Jones  and  Peters  go, 
Both  glad  and  welcome  to  rest  so. 

But  ere  the  evening's  gloom  had  come, 
I  view  that  place  of  martyrdom. 
Where  late  had  flowed  the  precious  blood 
Of  our  brown  flock,  a  crimson  flood. ^- 


1 1  Lewis  Huebner,  pastor  of  the  white  settlers  on  the  Tusca- 
rawas reservation  since  July,  1800,  was  born  at  Nazareth,  Pa., 
August  8th,  1761,  and  had  ministered  to  the  Moravian  Church  at 
York,  and  to  various  other  Pennsylvania  Congregations,  prior 
to  his  removal  to  Gnadenhutten.  He  returned  to  Pennsylvania 
in  1804  or  1805. 

^2  On  March  8,  1782,  the  mission  at  Gnadenhutten  was  ruth- 
lessly and  totally  destroyed  by  a  party  of  militia  under  Colonel 


j6  Extempore  on  a  Wago?i. 

That  blood  so  sacred  seems  to  me, 
Their  memorj^  here  should  honored  be  ; 
So  I  at  once  a  plan  devise 
By  which  we  this  might  realize. 

I  had  no  rest  here  long  to  stay, 

But  soon  set  out  upon  the  way 

To  Goshen,  ^^  where  our  Indians  are, 

There  gathered  'neath  the  Gospel's  care. 

That  apostolic  man  I'd  see, 
Who  cannot  too  much  praised  be  ; 


Williamson,  who  treacherously  and  without  any  provocation 
imprisoned  the  congregation  of  unresisting  Moravian  Indians, 
and  then  deliberately  and  fiendishly  led  them  forth,  two  by  two, 
and  butchered  all  but  two  lads,  who  made  their  escape.  The 
Indian  ^lartyrs,  for  such  they  were,  consisted  of  29  men,  27 
women,  and  34  children,  a  total  of  90  persons.  For  a  full  and 
authentic  account  of  this  atrocity  see  Schweinitz's  "  Life  and 
Times  of  David  Zeisberger."  Ch.  XXXV. 

13  Goshen,  the  objective  point  of  Loskiel's  journe}-,  was  a 
settlement  of  Moravian  Indians,  founded  in  October,  1798,  by 
Zeisl)erger  and  his  colony  from  Fairfield,  Canada.  It  was  situ- 
ated al)out  seven  miles  northeast  from  Gnadenhutten,  on  the 
west  bank  of  the  Tuscarawas  river,  in  Goshen  Township,  Tus- 
carawas County,  Ohio.  It  was  abandoned  in  1824,  when  the 
little  remnant  of  the  Indian  congregation  went  to  Canada  to  join 
the  mission  there. 


Extempore  on  a  Wagon.  JJ 

Yea,  face  to  face  I  would  behold 
My  David,  ^"^  patriarch  of  the  fold. 

The  helpers  in  his  triumphs  too. 
And  sharers  of  his  toil,  I'd  view; 
Besides,  our  Brother  SchnalP '^  I'd  try 
To  see,  and  my  heart  satisfy. 

Good  Brother  Heckewelder  rode 
With  us  along  the  Goshen  road. 
Through  the  late-purchased  Brethren' s-land. 
All  which  he  made  me  understand. 


My  God,  what  feelings  then  were  raised. 
When  first  upon  the  place  I  gazed 


1^  David  Zeisberger,  the  "Apostle  of  the  Indians,"  born  April 
II,  1721,  at  Zauchtenthal,  in  Moravia,  lived,  a  venerable  sire  of 
82  years,  in  the  midst  of  his  "brown  flock,"  to  whom  his  life 
had  been  devoted,  in  his  own  house  at  Goshen.  There  too  he 
died,  after  62  years  of  unremitting  labor  for  the  salvation  of  the 
Indians,  on  Nov.  17,  1808;  and  there  his  humble  grave  is  still 
pointed  out  to  the  visitor,  under  the  shade  of  a  kindly  tree,  on 
the  old  Goshen  graveyard.  A  mere  sketch  even  of  his  life  would 
needs  fill  a  volume. 

^ "'  Missionary  at  I'airfield  ;  attended  the  Conference  as  deputy 
from  that  place  ;  retired  to  Bethlehem  after  the  destruction  of 
the  mission  at  F'airfield  by  Gen.  Harrison's  troops,  after  the  bat- 
tle of  the  Thames,  Oct.  5,  1813. 


j8  Extempore  on  a  Wagon. 

Which  I  had  3'eamed  so  long  to  see, 
And  oft  indeed  not  hopefully  ! 

And.  oh,  what  joj^  in  me  up-welled 
When  David's  self  I  now  beheld, 
Surrounded  as  in  Heaven  'twill  be, 
B}-  brown  and  white  souls  equallj^ 

And  when  I  gave  him  my  first  kiss, 
And  he  his  greeting  sealed  with  his. 
How  were  ray  heart's  affections  moved, 
And  oh,  how  deeply  I  him  loved  ! 

Nor  tongue  nor  pen  can  e'er  express 
How  great  was  our  happiness, 
As  heart  with  heart  in  love  we  blend, 
Yi^^  Jonathan' s,  I  David's  friend  ! 

\\'ith  warmest  love  we  also  greet 
The  lively  vSusel,  ^ "  whom  we  meet. 
And  who  as  David's  helpmate  here 
Surrounds  him  with  good  Christian  cheer. 

' ''  On  his  last  visit  to  the  settlements  in  the  East,  Zeisberger, 
who  had  never  been  married,  yielded  to  the  advice  of  his 
friends,  and  though  60  years  of  age,  was  married  at  Lititz,  in 
the  spring  of  1781,  to  Miss  .Susan  Lecron.  .She  was  23  years  his 
junior,  having  been  born  at  Lancaster  on  Feb.  17,  1744.  She 
died  at  Rethlehem  on  Sept.  8,  1824,  aged  80  years. 


Extempore  on  a  Wagon.  ^g 

And  Brother  Aforf/?ner  and  wife, 
Who  both  here  dedicate  their  Hfe 
To  serve  the  Indians'  highest  weal, 
With  love  and  joj^  and  fervent  zeal. 

And  Brother  Haven,  ^  '^  who  essays 
To  serve  the  Lord  in  David's  ways, 
And  does  it  most  successfully — 
We  greet  them  all  most  fervently. 

And  little  Benjy  Mortimer  ^  ^ 
Was  not  forgot :  for  sure  we  are 
That  him  the  Lord  will  too  ordain, 
And  send  him  heathen  souls  to  g-ain. 


Soon  the  broivn  fiock  did  also  come, 
And  greet  us,  after  their  custom  ; 


^"John  Een  Haven  had  come  to  assist  in  the  mission  work  at 
Goshen  from  Fuhieck,  in  England,  late  in  autumn  of  1802  ;  was 
ordained  by  Bishop  lyoskiel  on  the  last  day  of  the  Conference  ; 
and  in  spring  of  1804  led  a  colony  from  Fairfield  to  the  Pett- 
quotting. 

^*Br.  Mortimer's  son's  name  was  not  Benjamin,  but  Joseph 
Warner  Mortimer,  this  being  the  name  given  him  in  baptism  by 
Bishop  Ivoskiel,  on  October  29th,  just  before  his  departure  for 
Bethlehem. 


^o  Extempore  on  a  Wag-on. 

Bill  Henry,  ^  ^  a  most  reverend  man, 
Led  like  a  patriarch  the  van. 

We  kissing  them — they  kissing  us  : 
O  'twas  a  sight  most  glorious, 
And  ne'er  can  be  forgotten  here. 
Nor  'fore  the  heathen's  Saviour  There  ! 

They  who  had  brought  us  to  this  place. 
Now  straightway  must  their  steps  retrace. 
To  Gnadenhutten,  where  they  are, 
Besides  their  horses,  lodged  with  care. 

Us  two  a  little  house  they  gave. 
Which  for  us  they  prepared  have. 


1 "  One  of  the  most  notable  converts  ever  made  from  among 
the  Indians  of  North  America.  His  Indian  name  was  Gelele- 
mend  :  he  was  born  in  1737,  near  the  Lehigh  Gap,  in  Northamp- 
ton Co.,  Pa.;  rose  to  be  one  of  the  most  eloquent  orators,  wise 
coiinsellers,  and  brave  and  powerful  chiefs  the  Delaware  nation 
ever  had.  He  was  converted  in  1788,  and  in  baptism  took  the 
name  of  William  Henry,  after  Judge  Henry,  the  Congressman, 
who  once  had  done  him  a  great  favor.  By  a  special  covenant 
the  oldest  son  of  this  chiefs  descendants  in  each  generation  was 
to  take  this  same  name.  A  great-grandson  of  his,  the  Rev.  John 
Killbuck,  is  at  present  (1S87)  a  Moravian  missionary  among  the 
P^skimo  in  Western  .\laska.  Gelelemend  died  at  Goshen  in  iSi  t  — 
died  as  he  had  lived,  a  devout  and  consistent  Christian,  a  great 
and  nol)le  man. 


Extempore  07i  a  Wagon.  ^i 

And  which  so  homehke  did  appear, 
I  could  Hve  ill  it  man}-  a  year. 


Rose  Anna  next  was  domiciled 
With  David — she  just  like  a  child 
With  ever>^thing  so  pleased  has  been  ; 
Would  Bethlehem  could  her  have  seen ! 


As  j-ou  who  know  her  heart's  good  bent 
Can  think,  she  found  her  element 
There  'mong  those  brown  ones,  whom  she  loved. 
So  that  her  joy  could  not  be  moved. 


But  while  such  gladness  filled  us  all, 
None  knew  a  word  of  Brother  Schnall. 
'Midst  many  doubts,  and  secret  fear, 
I  scarce  had  hope  to  meet  him  here. 


But  suddenh-,  that  self-same  da}- — 

A  true  Thanksgiving  Day  I  sa^', — 

"  Schnall  has  arrived  !"  so  some  one  cried, 

And  "Hallelujah!"  echoed  w-ide. 


^2  Extempore  on  a  Wagon. 

How  gracious  are  the  Saviour's  ways  ! 
Such  kindness  did  us  all  amaze. 
It  was  the  work  of  Him  alone  ! 
What  I  had  wished,  lo,  it  was  done  ! 

Upon  the  neck  I  joyous  fall, 
Of  this  my  dearest  Brother  Schnall ! 
Who  out  of  a  great  sorrow  came, 
And  comfort  found  in  Jesus'  name. 

Thus  all  who'd  been  expected  are 
Assembled  both  from  near  and  far, 
And  Conference  hold  in  sweet  accord, 
Our  work  commending  to  the  Lord. 

Here  then  I  close  my  humble  rhyme  ; 
But  as  Rose  Anna  has  the  time, 
She's  not  forbidden  3'et  to  say 
What  more  transpired  from  day  to  day, 


CONCLUSION  OF  THE  JOURNEY. 


Now  thank  we  all  our  God, 
In  Goshen's  Friedenshutten,  ^  ** 
On  Woapamikunk,  ^  ^ 
In  Fairfield,  ^  ^  Gnadenhutten, 
And  on  Jonquanamik  !  ^  ^ 
The  Lord  has  so  much  done  ; 
O  worship  Him  with  me, 
IvOw  bending  'fore  His  throne. 
He  gave  us  strength  and  grace, 
To  bring  to  right  fruition 
"What  we  resolved  had, 
And  in  our  plan's  completion 
His  perfect  will  t'  obey. 
That  so  we  truly  might 
The  highest  weal  subserv^e 
Of  all,  both  brown  and  white. 
No  more  from  me.     The  rest 
Must  be  by  Rose  related, 
For  she  the  talent  hath 


2"  So  called  here  with  indirect  reference  to  the  settlement  of 
Moravian  Indians  at  Bethlehem  named  thus,  and  with  direct  ref- 
erence to  the  meaning  of  the  name  :  "Tents  of  Peace." 

^^A  Delaware  Indian  village  on  the  White  River,  Indiana, 
near  which  the  Moravians  started  a  mission  in  spring  iSoi,  with 
fifteen  converts. 

^  2  A  Moravian  Indian  village  on  the  Thames  river,  Oxford 
Township,  Canada,  whence  Goshen  had  been  settled  ;  destroyed 
in  1813. 

2^  A  temporary  mission,  on  the  stream  of  the  same  name,  com- 
menced by  the  Moravians  from  Fairfield  among  the  Chippewas 
in  1802  or  180S. 


^/f.  Conclusion. 

In  detail  to  narrate  it, 

Nor  leave  a  thing  untold. 

To  her  I  also  leave 

To  tell  of  our  return  ; 

Therefor  she'll  thanks  receive. 

But  Thou,  most  gracious  lyord. 

Of  all  the  mighty  Ruler, 

Accept  my  offered  praise, — 

Unworthy  though  the  offerer — 

For  all  Thy  faithful  love 

Wherewith  Thou  us  hast  led. 

And  kept  us  whole  and  well. 

With  nothing  we  need  dread. 

Now,  at  our  journey's  end. 

Let  yet  Thy  blood  most  precious 

Suffuse  our  sinful  hearts. 

In  Thine  own  way  most  gracious  ! 

Seal  unto  each  of  us, 

To  all  eternity. 

What  Thou  to  our  hearts 

Hast  given  lovingly  ! 

O,  holy  Three  in  One, 

Speak  Thy  divine  Amen 

Unto  our  pilgrimage, 

In  Thy  name  underta'en  ! 

Thy  blessing  rest  thereon, 

And  on  all  that  was  done 

At  our  Conference. 

Complete  what  was  begun  ! 

Then  honor,  thanks,  and  praise. 

To  Thee,  O  Lord,  be  sung, 


Concbision. 


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Already  here  on  earth, 

By  20 /lite  and  brown  men's  tongue  ! 

Till  our  course  we  end, 

And  Thee  behold,  Jehovah  ! 

And  all  above,  below. 

Shout  Amen,  Hallelujah  ! 


The  End. 


S.  H.  Zahni  &  Co., 

Dealer  in 

Americana,  Specialty  Early 
Penna.  Imprints, 

Lancaster,  Pa. 


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